Strike a Pose

It’s annoying. I had every reason to feel morose before I got distracted. I like that word. Morose. It just rolls off my tongue... morossssssssse... It’s classy even. Like if there was a top ten list of words to describe the same thing, it would be up there at number 1. Way before Upset, Sad and the all popular Depressed.

ANYWAY.........sometimes I think my attention span is like as long as a Looney Toon clip. Where was I? I don’t like being played. Maybe I am getting too paranoid for my own good... I must quit the conspiracy theories but why do I get the feeling that I am being trapped? Especially when I am minding my own business. Truly, I was in a good place. I feel like my castle has been invaded and every inch of me is urging me to retaliate.

BUT...... I know I won’t. This too shall pass. Because for every time I lose control I sacrifice more of time and energy on something which actually come to think of it, is irrelevant. What's another slice eh?

I have decided I am too interesting. No really, that must be it. I can't explain it. This is not the first instance in the last couple of months that I have people wanting to dissect me. Wanting to know about me. Wanting a reaction. I don’t know if it’s my new perfume but the world has gone mad. I am sure this is how Paris Hilton feels like. Except I am not an heiress, or someone who actively seek publicity or has a sex tape out there... apart from all that I think we are like two peas in a pod. Somebody shoot me. Just careful with the face.

So sick of it all. I am just going to retire into my cave. *FLASH* Oh look a camera, pose..smile... Fabulous.